It’s quarter to midnight, baby,
And I’m drinking with friends and without you,
Thinking of all those things we didn’t do,
You maybe be beautiful,
But you’re not perfect so don’t pretend it’s true.
I saw you with that other guy,
And I wanted to be that other guy
Oh Lord, how I wished,
I wished I was that other guy.
You just don’t understand
What it is to be beautiful,
Because you think that you’re so perfect,
And what I say doesn’t matter,
Because you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem